Prompt: Wheatley taught himself how to braid hair.
"C'mere." Wheatley sat cross-legged in the center of the bed and patted the space in front of him. Chell looked at him curiously, as she was just about to pull her hair back before heading out, but couldn't find her hairbrush.
When she sat down facing Wheatley, he shook his head and spun her around, so she was sitting in front of him with her hair all down still. She couldn't help but make a face, wondering what on earth Wheatley was planning to do to her.
Then it started. He had been hiding the brush, obviously, and this was proven by the fact she felt it running through her hair and his fingers followed, gently pulling out knots and snares.
Wheatley smiled as he did so, doing his best to pull it all back before dividing it into three sections. This was the hardest part. He had seen the videos at least a hundred times at this point, but somehow, this part always amazed him. He had practiced constantly with string, but the element of actual hair made him pause.
At this point, Chell grinned, knowing exactly what he was doing now. "Go ahead. I'm sure it will look beautiful."
Wheatley looked up, then kissed the back of her head, saying, "If you say so, luv," before going forward with his plan to braid her hair.
Taking two parts, he crossed one over the other, and then, still holding the leftmost strand, took the one on the far right, and wrapped it around. His focus was completely on this job, so he wouldn't forget which side he had just done, or if he was pulling tight enough to make it hold.
When he reached the bottom, he realized that he had forgotten an important part – the elastic.
But luckily, Chell was already holding one out to him, which had been around her wrist when she was going to use it herself from before.
Rolling it off her wrist, he tied it around the bottom, snapping it into place as he leaned back and admired his handiwork.
"…I think I did an excellent job, luv, if I do say so myself."
Chell stood up and turned around as best she could to see the braid in the mirror. It did look nice, and felt secure. Wheatley had really been working on that.
"I- I know a few more, braids I mean, if you would ever be interested in me doing it more often…"
Chell came over and gave him a kiss on the forehead. "Could you do it tomorrow morning, too?"
Wheatley looked up and her, and his face broke into a grin. "Of course I can, luv!"
"I'm looking forward to it."